Summer's Gone

Hi Fergo, I was inspired by your piece to write a simpler, more child like poem. I'm not sure why... but here it is. Summer’s gone The Sun is dead The Hounds of Winter Down the paths do thread A cold moon shines And spiteful Frost Does plan his vengeance For the warmth he lost Whipping Wind, Icy breath— Bringer of snow And sudden death. Shrieking Herald Of the dreaded Storm, It eats the light And steals the dawn Now Frost is here He paints all white Storm brings fury And we take fright Does the world still spin? Will the light return? Will the snow all melt? Have we wood to burn? Frozen dreams Now wait for Spring When Sun reborn melts everything. When hearts are glad When faces smile For Summer follows In a little while.

Oh, hello Fergo. That was quick :O) I don't write poetry nowadays but your poem somehow caught my imagination and I felt the need to rearrange it into a simpler version - I'm very pleased you don't mind :O) I'm off to read more of your stuff now - I promise not to use it to write any more poems though ;o)